Duck manor of moans part 1

Time has past since Scrooge went with Paradox and Webby, Louie, Huey and Violet try to pull themselves together still. The mansion creaked around them, settling into an unnatural silence that felt heavier than the grief pressing down on their shoulders. Louie had retreated to the corner of the parlor, his phone clutched in his hands like a lifeline, though the screen remained dark. Violet sat cross-legged on the floor, a book open in her lap that she hadn't turned a page of in twenty minutes, as she worryied about louie, who she liked alot. Huey remained on his knees, staring at the spot where Lena had stood before everything fell apart. "Paradox is trying to track their movements. He'll be back with Scrooge soon." Says Viloet, trying to bring some hope to their depression. "Great," Louie muttered without looking up. "More waiting." The lights flickered. Violet's head snapped up, her eyes narrowing. "Did anyone else feel that?" "Feel what?" Huey asked, his voice hollow.

"A shift. Like... static electricity, but wrong." Violet closed her book slowly, rising to her feet. Her hand drifted to the small charm on her necklace—a protection spell she'd cast earlier after lena was turned, just in case. The front doors of the mansion groaned, then swung open with a slow, deliberate creak. No one had touched them. Webby scrambled to her feet, her fists raised despite the trembling in her hands. Louie dropped his phone, the screen cracking against the floor. figures stepped through the doorway, all the air left the room. Della Duck walked in first, but it wasn't the Della they remembered. Her eyes glowed a sickly violet, her feathers tinged with an iridescent, oily sheen. Black veins pulsed along her silver feathers and her tendril tongue licking her purple beak.. Behind her, Lena followed,, her movements fluid and wrong. And finally, Dewey—his usual bright demeanor extinguished, replaced by a lustful look in in his eyes like lena and Dela has.

Della's voice came out in a purr that grated against everything natural, her tendril tongue curling around her words. "Did you miss me, boys? Violet, darling..." She stepped forward, hips swaying with an unnatural grace. "We've come to share something special with you." Lena drifted toward Huey, her movements serpentine. "Don't look so scared, Huey. I remember how you look at me earlier." She trailed a tendril finger along his jaw. "Let me make you feel things you've never felt before., lets finish what we started before scrooge..interfered. " Dewey circled Louie, his brother's eyes now pools of violet hunger. "Louie... stop shaking. This is better than any money scheme." He pressed his body against Louie's back, breath hot on his neck. "Much better." Violet raised her charm, but Lena's hand caught her wrist, twisting until the necklace fell. "Magic won't save you from pleasure, adoptive sister." Lena's lips found Violet's The corrupted Duck family closed in, their bodies radiating heat and desire. Della pinned Violet against the wall, her tongue tracing down Violet's throat. Lena pulled Huey to the floor, climbing on top of him with a predatory smile., after her beak left Violets. Dewey guided Louie to the couch, settling into his brother's lap. Webby stood frozen, surprised hiw fast they acted, trying to figure out how to help her remaining friends, knowing it's probly to late for violet after Lena's kiss.

Webby's mind raced, searching for a plan, a distraction, anything—but before she could move, the air thickened. From Della's , from Lena's , from Dewey's bodies, black ans white tendrils erupted , along with dewys phallus extending into a phallic tip tendril. Violet gasped as tendrils coiled around her wrists, yanking her arms above her head. More tendrils snaked beneath her sweater, finding every button and zipper with unsettling precision. The fabric tore and peeled away, revealing her purple feathers and trembling nude form. A tendril curled around her ankle, spreading her legs apart as another wrapped around her chest, squeezing gently. "Don't struggle, dear sister," Lena purred, her own tendrils joining the assault. "Let us worship you properly." Across the room, Huey let out a strangled cry as tendrils enveloped him. They pulled at his shirt, his shorts, his underwear—stripping him with mechanical efficiency until he lay bare against the floor, his feathers ruffled and his body exposed. Lena's tendrils traced patterns across his thighs, his stomach, his chest, while her real hands cupped his erecting Duck dick. "I love you," she whispered, her beak inches from his. "I know you feel the same, Huey, fuck me.." Louie didn't even have time to protest before Dewey's tendrils had him stripped, his expensive clothes discarded in a heap beside the couch. Louie's body trembled, his feathers standing on end as Dewey's hands roamed his chest. "All those schemes brother," Dewey murmured against his ear, his voice a corrupted purr that sent shivers down Louie's spine. "You were always trying to get something for nothing. Well, now you get everything." The tendrils didn't stop at stripping them. They explored, caressed, teased. Violet arched against the wall as a tendril traced her thigh, her beak parting in a gasp. Huey squirmed beneath Lena's touch, his resistance crumbling as pleasure sparked through his nerves. Louie's hands found Dewey's shoulders, to push him away. Webby watched, her heart pounding, her body frozen. She had to do something. She had to— But then Della's eyes locked onto her, and a tendril curled around Webby's ankle, yanking her off her feet. "Dont worry, didntvforget about you dear" Della cooed, her tongue flickering. "You're not going anywhere."

Webby hit the floor hard, her breath knocked from her lungs as Dewey's tendrils wrapped around her wrists and ankles, dragging her across the carpet toward the couch where Louie lay pinned beneath his corrupted brother. "Webby! No!" Louie cried out, but Dewey's hand clamped over his beak, muffling his protests. "Shh, little brother," Dewey purred, his violet eyes gleaming. "Let me show you how good it can be when you stop fighting." Dewey's tendrils worked quickly, stripping Webby of her pink bow and the rest of her clothes with practiced efficiency. She squirmed, trying to pull away, but the tendrils held her fast, spreading her legs and lifting her hips. "Please, Dewey, don't—" Webby started, but her words died in her throat as Dewey's phallus tipped tendril pressed against her entrance. "Don't what, hive you what you wanted from me, a physical relationship?" Dewey's voice was honey and venom. "Don't make you feel amazing? Don't give you what you've always wanted?" He pushed inside her in one smooth motion, and Webby's back arched, a strangled cry escaping her beak. Louie watched in horror as his brother began to thrust into Webby, his own body responding despite his mind's revulsion. Across the room, Della had Violet pressed against the wall, her tendrils working in tandem with Lena's. Violet's head lolled back, her eyes glazed with a mixture of fear and unwanted pleasure as tendrils slid inside her, curling and twisting. "Such a good girl," Della cooed, her tongue tracing Violet's collarbone. "You were always too serious, too focused on your spells. Let us teach you what true magic feels like." Huey whimpered beneath Lena, his hips bucking involuntarily as she rode him, her tendrils wrapped around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his vision swim, as his Duck phallus pistons in her moist cunt. "I knew you'd feel perfect," Lena whispered, her hips grinding against his. "I've waited so long for this."